Novel & Cerita Elena Gilbert Halloween Costume

I grit my teeth as I watched the green room door close after Elena. Fine, I thought to myself as I checked the walking order with the staff. I’ll let her have a few moments of peace before I disrupt it permanently. Have your fun Elaine, as long as it lasts. Elena’s P.O.V: I’d changed into a short red jacket that had three-quarter sleeves and reached a couple inches under my breasts and I’d paired it with bright blue jeans and knee lengths boots that had the shortest heels. Robert had arranged the clothes for me and they were a perfect fit.

He emerged from the bedroom wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and Elian’s plastic vampire teeth. I burst out laughing. “You look like a tired dad who gave up halfway through dressing up.” He shrugged. “That’s exactly what I am.” “And what about me?” I teased, twirling in my simple witch dress. He grinned, eyes soft. “You look like magic.” --- By afternoon, we were out on the porch with decorations—fake cobwebs, hanging ghosts, flickering lights. Elian supervised everything, of course. “No! The ghost goes higher, Papa! He has to scare the birds!”

Chapter 45 Evelyn's Pov I felt my tongue scar with bitterness and my throat pulling hard to my stomach as I tried the dress Elena specially brought out for me. It was a Liliac corset gown with silver straps that glimmered under the rays of the lights and a sweetheart V line neck tag to exposed my cleavage slightly. She grinned at me and did a light make up, adding some contour and blush, applying some mascara and lipstick that one would think it's my occasion when it's hers.

She wore a hair packer that pushed her hair to the back, her dark red lipstick looked beautiful but made her look dark. " I am Sabrina, this is Aunty Zelda" she gestured to a tall sophisticated woman. Her ginger-colored hair was packed in a bun. She had a black gown on and a two-inch black heel. " and this is Aunty Elda" she gestured to her. The woman was beautiful though shorter than the aunty Zelda. She wore a white top and a long skirt, topping the dress with a red knitted sweater. The name looks kind of odd but I didn't mind

She did not notice that her friends were in the queue as she was lost in thought. "Oh! Hazel!" She managed to say and looked at her left at who was calling out to her. It was Piper and Billy on the other queue. "Where the hell have you been? We have been looking all over for you!" Piper asked. "Oh, I was just around, looking for a costume" she gave a faux smile. "Yikes! What have you got over there?" Billy asked, looking at the box she was holding. "Oh, this is a Maleficent costume set. I am mimicking Maleficent for Halloween"

They dressed for war like they were dressing for a gala. Rae laid out the pieces on the bed: A simple black dress for Elowen—elegant, not loud. Long sleeves. High collar. No white this time. A black domino mask, its shape just enough to blur her features without looking like she was hiding behind a costume. Thin gloves, black, to the elbow. No silver veins. No bracelet gleam. “For you,” Rae said. “Version: “anonymous rich wolf’s intriguing companion” instead of “hi, I’m Lot One, please scan my wrist.””

"Let her see that the Ghost isn't afraid of the Queen’s court." I rolled the Norton out to the staging area. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the smell of fake blood, pyrotechnics, and real fear. Then, the crowd parted. Elena emerged from a private trailer, dressed in her signature all-white leathers. She didn't look at the crew. She didn't look at the cameras. She walked straight to the lead prototype and kicked it to life, the high-pitched whistle of the turbine screaming through the soundstage. She turned her mirrored visor toward me. She didn't say a word, but I felt the weight of her gaze a cold, predatory challenge.

" Elena's mom whispered, as she kissed my forehead. I nodded, and a single tear slid down my cheek. "Tomorrow, we’re going out—just us," he said, “and in three days, we’re meeting a family friend." “Okay” I responded wiping my cheek. I was now caught between guilt and comfort, not sure which one to listen to. *** Three Days Later Elena's personal stylist, Jasmine Monet, came to prepare my dress for the dinner. I wore a sleek, brown silk gown with an open back, sparkling earrings and gold heels that added a touch of luxury to my overall look. . Elena’s mom wore a cream-colored chiffon gown, while her dad looked good in an expensive suit.

Just the polished, pretty mask she’d worn for five years. Then she put on the black dress Isabelle had sent. It fit perfectly. Of course it did—Isabelle had probably had her followed, measured, analyzed. The dress was elegant but revealing, expensive but slightly tasteless. Exactly the kind of thing a woman might wear if she was planning to seduce multiple men. The perfect costume for Isabelle’s trap. Elena attached the recording device to her bra, hidden under the dress’s structure. She put her phone in a small clutch—emergency backup if the main recorder failed.

Elara decided to use it like a handbag and put money, her ID, and some mascara and lip gloss inside. When she had told Arthur that she might have plans on Halloween night to go out with the girls (well, girl actually. Denise had bailed at the last minute. So it was just going to be Sabrina and her), Arthur had been skeptical. Over the past few weeks, Arthur had tried to drop hints that it might not be a good idea to go out on Halloween night, considering the last time they had dressed up in costume and gone out, had ended up in disaster. However, no matter how much Arthur nagged, Elara stubbornly told him she was going out no matter what he said.